A   O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge ∧ my vprisynge, thou vnderst&obar;dest my thoughtes a farre of. Thou art aboute my path ∧ aboute my bedd, ∧ spyest out all my wayes. For lo, there is not a worde &ibar; my t&obar;ge, but thou (o LORDE) knowest it alltogether. Thou hast fashioned me behinde ∧ before, ∧ layed thine h&obar;de vpon me.
Soch knowlege is to wonderfull ∧ excell&ebar;t for me, I can not atteyne vnto it. Whither shal I go then from thy sprete? ^noteOr, whither shal I fle from thy presence? ^noteYf I clymme vp in to heauen, thou art there: yf I go downe to hell, thou art there also. Yf I take the wynges of the mornynge, ∧ remayne in the vttemost parte of the see: B   Euen there also shal thy honde lede me, and thy right hande shal holde me. Yf I saye: peradu&ebar;ture the darcknesse shal couer me, then shal my night be turned to daye. Yee the darcknesse is no darcknesse with the, but the night is as cleare as the daye, the darcknesse ∧ light are both alike. For my reynes are thyne, thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe. I wil geue th&abar;kes vnto the, for I am w&obar;derously made: maruelous are thy workes, and that my soule knoweth right well. My bones are not hyd from the, though I be made secretly, and fashioned beneth in the earth.
Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writt&ebar; &ibar; thy boke: my dayes were fashioned, when as yet there was not one of them

How deare are þi; co&ubar;cels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them? Yf I tell them, they are mo in nombre then the sonde: when I wake vp, I am present with the. Wilt thou not slaye þe; wicked (oh God) that the bloudethyrstie mighte departe fro me? For they speake vnright of the, thine enemies exalte them selues presumptuously.

I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, ∧ I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the? Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies. ^noteTrye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, ∧ examen my thoughtes. Loke well, yf there be eny waye of wickednesse in me, ∧ lede me in the waye euerlastinge.

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